you were a small Na’vi child, you looked over from where you were laying down and saw other children and adults of your clan, the kids were listening to stories that their elders told them, others were roughhousing, some teens were cooking with their parents, your mother was next to you, holding you close tenderly, rocking side to side gently, but the laughter soon stopped, it went quiet, an off quiet, then their were screams…and running. Your mother looked around frantically, before quickly going over to a basket and putting you in it, covering you with a thin blanket, and then it went dark when she closed it, then she hid the basket from whatever was attacking the village.